I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 167 Communication, the Possibility of Converging Personalities

"Have you ever considered that your abilities are actually controllable?"

"You just haven't found the right method yet."

Ye Feng's voice was calm, yet it was like a thunderclap that cleaved through the oppressive atmosphere.

He stood by the window, the afterglow of the setting sun gilding his entire body.

Upon hearing this, Daqun abruptly raised his head, and for the first time, Ye Feng's figure was clearly reflected in his eyes, which often flashed with chaotic light.

If someone else had said that, Daqun would have absolutely scoffed.

He had heard too many similar things, all of which were eventually proven to be lies or delusions.

But Ye Feng is different.

This contemporary pope is widely recognized as the strongest human being in the world, and is even privately referred to by many as a god among men. There is no reason or need for him to specifically seek out this person, who is regarded as a monster, to play a malicious joke on him.

A spark of hope ignited in his heart.

"How exactly do I do it?"

Daqun's voice was somewhat hoarse, with a barely perceptible urgency.

He desperately wanted to find a way to control the thousands upon thousands of chaotic personalities within him; this had become almost his sole obsession.

Ye Feng turned around and looked at him calmly.

"It's very simple."

"You just need to become a god."

Ye Feng's tone was completely flat, as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

"Become a god?"

"Gods like the recently reawakened Greek pantheon—Poseidon, Hades?"

Daqun's mind went blank for a moment. He even wondered if he had misheard or if one of his personalities was creating hallucinations again.

He repeated it unconsciously, his tone filled with disbelief.

"no."

"If we look at it according to the classification of gods, they are only the most basic gods."

"Not the god I'm talking about. I'm referring to a god in the truest sense, one who can bring together all of his own timelines."

Ye Feng shook his head, walked slowly to the table, picked up the water glass on the table, and took a sip.

He put down his water glass, his gaze seemingly piercing through the wall, seeing a deeper, more fundamental rule.

"When you reach that level, whether in the past, present, future, or in countless parallel universes, there is only one you."

"All possibilities, all branches, ultimately return to you as one."

"At that time, all these personalities within you, regardless of their origin or the power or time period they represent, will become part of your power and will naturally be under your perfect control."

Ye Feng elaborated on his definition of the true god.

In his understanding, even among the so-called multiverse-level beings in the Marvel Universe, very few are capable of completely converging their own timelines.

Because in this vast and boundless omnipotent universe, there exist countless super-universe groups, and each super-universe group contains countless multiverses.

These multiverses are often filled with countless clones or projections of the same powerful being.

He knew of some extremely ancient and powerful beings, such as Sithon and Set, who might be able to converge timelines within a specific multiverse they controlled, ensuring that only a single entity existed in that realm.

However, once the perspective is elevated to the level of the omnipotent universe, their clones are still countless.

In Ye Feng's memory, let's set aside those abstract entities that were born in the omnipotent universe.

There may only be one true demon god who can converge all timelines and maintain uniqueness in all dimensions and all universes.

Lord of the Crimson Universe, the evil god Cyttorak!

That is the most powerful demon god in the world, even the Living Tribunal suffered a loss from it, which shows how terrifying its power is.

"Such an existence—such a realm—"

"Is it really within my reach?"

Daqun muttered to himself, a bitter smile on his face.

Ye Feng's proposed method sounds like a perfect solution, but it is also as distant as starlight at the edge of the universe, almost impossible to achieve.

"I don't know if we can get to that point."

"But if you don't try, you'll never achieve it. And I can offer you some assistance."

Ye Feng's tone remained calm, yet carried a hint of encouragement.

"What kind of assistance?"

As the group pressed for answers, my heart began to race uncontrollably.

"A path to the multiverse, helping you to unify your own timeline—the Path to Heaven."

Ye Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated in the minds of the crowd like a resounding bell.

The pupils of the large group suddenly contracted, and their breathing stopped for a moment.

"The system I cultivate is called the Microcosm."

Ye Feng continued to explain.

"You should have heard of it. This path is essentially a ladder to God."

"As long as you can cultivate your cosmos to the level of the ninth sense, you will have the opportunity to touch the realm of convergence of timelines and see the dawn of becoming a true god."

He paused, then offered a choice: "Want to take a gamble?"

"Phew~"

Daqun took a deep breath, as if trying to squeeze out all the confusion and uncertainty in his chest.

He lowered his head, looking at his trembling hands, feeling the endless clamor and whispers in his mind.

Chaos was his past, and perhaps it is also destined to be his future.

Unless, of course, he grasps at this seemingly unattainable but real straw in front of him.

His gaze shifted from initial shock and doubt to a complex mix, eventually settling into a resolute determination to burn his bridges.

"I want to know."

He raised his head and looked intently at Ye Feng.

Is it difficult to cultivate the ninth sense?

He wanted to know if anyone had actually walked this path called the Microcosm, and he needed some successful precedents to support his determination.

"It's difficult."

"From the age of mythology to today, no more than fifty people have been able to successfully awaken the Ninth Sense."

Ye Feng's answer was completely uncompromising.

What he said was true. In the Saint Seiya world, the first and second generation Gold Saints almost all possessed the eighth or even ninth sense.

It once made even the gods of heaven wary of it.

This number did not deter the large group; instead, it ignited an even stronger flame in his eyes.

Some people have succeeded! Even if it's only a few dozen, it proves that this path is not a dead end!

"I'll take the bet!"

"Since someone has succeeded before, even if it's just one person, it's worth risking everything for!"

The voices of the large group were resolute, carrying a sense of desperate determination.

"it is good."

Ye Feng did not say anything more, whether it was encouragement or warning.

He raised his hand, and his fingertips seemed to gather a tiny star.

The light drifted slowly toward Daqun's forehead, like fireflies returning to their nests, silently disappearing into his brow.

"This seed of power contains the complete cultivation method of the microcosm and some of the insights passed down from sages throughout history."

"Cultivating your inner universe can not only elevate your life level and strength, but also help you better control and integrate your mutant abilities."

"This is also an advanced cultivation system that is planned to be gradually opened to all mankind after the Holy Domain unifies the world. It can be seen as a higher form of Qi, and a key to higher-dimensional power."

Ye Feng explained.

Daqun closed his eyes and immersed himself completely in his thoughts.

A massive influx of information surged in like a gentle tide, and all sorts of profound knowledge were quickly memorized by him in a way he could understand.

"situation----"

"Has it really gotten that bad? Do we need to find someone like me—an unstable element?"

The large group closed their eyes, digesting the knowledge while asking questions in hushed tones.

"It's many times more serious than you can imagine."

Ye Feng's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible seriousness.

"The revival of the Greek pantheon is merely a beginning, a signal."

"A massive storm that will sweep across the entire universe and affect countless dimensions is brewing."

"If humanity cannot gather all available resources, set aside past grievances, and work together to cope with this storm before it arrives—"

He paused briefly before delivering a harsh conclusion: "Therefore, in this catastrophe, we have almost no chance of winning."

That was Ragnarok, a time when even the gods trembled, a harvest of the ancient gods from the shadowy lands of the universe.

He dared not place his hopes on any so-called savior, whether it was Thor or Loki.

In this gamble of life and death, he only trusted himself and the power he could control.

A few minutes later, Daqun slowly opened his eyes.

The long-standing chaos and anxiety deep in his eyes seemed to have subsided considerably, replaced by a clarity and determination as if he had found his direction.

He has already gained a preliminary and systematic understanding of the microcosm system.

"Will you come back to the Sanctuary with me?"

"The environment there is more suitable for spiritual practice, and it can also provide the necessary guidance and protection."

Ye Feng asked.

Daqun was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "I'd better stay here and cultivate. My condition—as you know—is not stable."

"In a densely populated place like the Sanctuary, if things get out of control, the damage and impact would be too great."

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"However, when the holy war needs me, I will definitely go to war."

He glanced at the still-undisturbed ripples of energy around him and added firmly.

Ye Feng looked at him without forcing him.

His search for large groups was precisely to prepare for potential extreme situations in the future, adding an unconventional fighting force.

An Omega-level mutant who can settle down has enormous potential.

"it is good."

"Remember your choice, and remember your determination to take control of your power. The path has been laid out for you; how far you go is up to you."

Ye Feng nodded.

After he finished speaking, his figure seemed to merge into the air, slowly fading away until he disappeared completely, leaving only the gradually calming energy ripples in the room, and a person who had finally seen the way forward and was ready to fight against his own fate to the end.

Daqun clenched his fists, feeling the seed of new power within his body called the Microcosm, and the chaotic energy that seemed to have become somewhat docile under the influence of the seed.

The road ahead was still difficult, even more treacherous than before, but this time, he saw a genuine glimmer of light in the darkness.